Living Melanin
I was raised to be proud, confident, to embrace full.
To ignore the mugs of the brighter skin, Living Melanin.
To wear my curly fro & deny any hands to touch for it was my crown.
Mama said, They can not bring you down.
Living Melanin.
I wish to live in peace, love, & happiness.
But my skin upsets you ?! How you act ?! How you see me as a human ?!
There is power in every step I take, Living Melanin.
& We will be on this earth forevaaaah.
So get used to this, Living Melanin.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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